Tom Hiddleston x Reader One Shots

It's A Boy!

Summary: When you fell pregnant, you and Tom opted out of the gender scan. When you gave birth in the hospital, Tom was the first to know the babies sex.

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"Tom!" You shouted for your boyfriend from the sofa. He came flying around the tight corner and got down on his knees in front of you, asking you what was wrong. His eyes frantically scanned your body for any injuries. You scrunched up your face and Tom looked down, your couch cushion soaked in fluid.

"Oh my god... your waters broke..." He started to stand up, looking around himself and running his hands through his hair."Uhm, okay, okay, stay calm, I'll go get our bag and we'll drive to the hospital-" You could physically see his mind racing as you pulled him back down by his wrists, bringing him to your eye level again.

"Tom it's too early yet, we have to wait until my contractions are only a couple minutes apart." You gently informed him, giggling at how blown his pupils were, his adrenaline coursing. You patted his shoulder and told him that everything would be okay, and that he just had to stop panicking. He composed himself a little and quickly apologized, helping you stand up. You waddled your way upstairs so you could get out of the now drenched denim and Tom followed closely behind to help. Your bump grew massively towards the 40 week mark and you stopped being able to dress yourself independently about 2 or 3 weeks ago.

Tom helped you get out of your maternity jeans and into some baggy sweatpants and some dry underwear. Together you went over the contents of your hospital bag, adding some extra's, in case anything went wrong. You even sent Tom to the kitchen for some "labor snacks". He came back upstairs to find you staring at the small pink and blue baby grows. You had bought neutral colors in "first size" clothes but one pink and one blue first outfit for today. Tom smiled at you and sat down at your side, leaning his head on your shoulder.

"I can't wait to find out if we have a son or daughter..." He said, marveling at the small shirt with you. You sighed gently then got hit with your first real contraction. You gripped Tom's arm tightly until it passed and looked at him in shock.

"These hurt!" You exclaim.

"I know, love. But I'm here for you, and you are more than capable of this. You're the strongest woman I know." He assured you and administered a gentle kiss on your forehead.

The next hour or so was the same, your contractions began to get stronger and closer together. Tom sat with you while you bounced on your yoga ball and practiced your breathing exercises. He held your hand and let you squeeze when it hurt, massaged your neck and shoulders and brushed your hair back into a ponytail, wrapping it up into a sturdy bun, out of your way. Leaving you both confused and impressed that he even knew how to do that.

Eventually, after what seemed like days, your contractions were exactly 7 minutes apart. Luckily for you, Tom's house was a ten minute drive from the hospital so you arrived rather quickly. The nurses guided you up to the maternity ward and gave you a room of your own. Tom sat with you as the nurse went over your information and Tom sorted out the healthcare insurance. They checked you over and called in the midwives, confirming for you and Tom that baby was definitely coming soon. They made sure you were hooked up an IV, hydrated and comfy. You gripped Tom and had a little emotional moment, fear getting the better of you. Tom and the nurses supported you mentally, making sure you knew they were all going to do everything in their power to make this an easy delivery for both you and baby.

After another hour of contractions, a kind pair of midwives came into your room and were surprised to see that you were already fully dilated.

"Wow! Aren't you a strong mama!" They praised you but you struggled to pay attention. You gritted your teeth together as you felt a new sensation.